Thank you attic
For giving me room to cry
Thank you attic
For always being there by my side
Thank you attic
For containing those lethal emotions of mine
Thank you attic
For guarding a piece of me inside

Those walls you have
made me strong
and here i am, my friend
Fighting those odds all along!

As I fill the washing machine;
I think.

What a memorable scene,
As the washing machine fills
So do my eyes.

Like left over dries,
I think,
How you stained my soul.

With a green breathless dream,
I think.
How you stood next to an open fire,
I think

Your soot stained face,
Stained in every perfect place
I think.

When it turns around,
soap suds are seen.
So are my empty dreams.

I lost my self in this
Wonderless adventure.
Trying to find the way of my pen.
I drove my self into this endless cave,
Hiding my self from this world.
A continuous circle I need to break.
Beginning things an yet far from finishing.
Times like these remind me of when I left my thoughts and feelings
Not interacting with one another.
A fight between 2 Wild Dogs.
An my emotions poured into these empty bottles.
Turning my body into a empty shell.
Letting this Universe I call Inspiration Go.
"Its every where in something Creative".
Scratching the surface, crawling back to my feet.
Trying to connect all these dots,
Bringing me back to this Stimulated Mentally,  
That I Call being a POET.




                                                                                BY
                                                                                     ERS